The boys were always much together, but of late their a.s.sociation had become still closer because of their common interest in the wonders of the wireless telephone. The marvelous features of this great invention had caught fast hold of their youthful imaginations, and they were soon so much absorbed in it that almost everything else was forgotten, or at least had to take second place.

Two things happened at almost the same time that increased their enthusiasm in this subject. One was a talk given to them on radio discoveries by Dr. Amory Dale, the pastor of the Old First Church of Clintonia, who had a scientific turn of mind and was most keenly interested in radio. The inspiration he gave them by his talk, together with practical object lessons on the making of radio sets, had an importance that could hardly be overestimated.

Shortly after this the member of Congress from the district in which Clintonia was included, Mr. Ferberton, offered prizes open for compet.i.tion to all the boys of the district for the best radio sets made by the boys themselves. As the first prize was for a hundred dollars and the second for fifty, they were well worth trying for, and Bob, Joe, and Jimmy set to work in earnest to win one of them. Herb, owing to his natural indolence, did not enter into the compet.i.tion, a circ.u.mstance that he afterward regretted.

They had a good many troubles and misadventures about this time, owing chiefly to the malice of Buck Looker, a bully of the town, who, together with his cronies, Carl Lutz and Terry Mooney, almost as bad as himself, did all they could to hinder the radio boys in their plans. Jimmy's set was stolen by them on one occasion and on another Bob detected Buck trying to destroy his aerial at night, and gave the bully the trouncing that he richly deserved.

A curious accident that happened in the town opened to the boys a mystery that seemed difficult of solution and set their feet on the path of exciting adventures. How they rescued a girl whose automobile had run wild and dashed through the windows of a store, what they learned of her story and how they got on the track of a rascal who had swindled her, and what part the radio played in the unraveling of the plot, are narrated in the first book of this series, ent.i.tled: "The Radio Boys'

First Wireless; Or, Winning the Ferberton Prize."

It did not take Joe long to recover from the shock he had had when he found himself suspended in midair over the rocks that had been gathered for the repairing of the foundation of the barn. Bob's danger also had been great, and all felt that they had reason for being profoundly grateful over the happy outcome of the adventure.

"You just came in time, fellows," said Bob. "Joe is no featherweight, and my arm was getting numb. A minute or two more and we'd both have had a tumble that I hate to think about."

"That shows what good judgment we had in picking just the right time to come," replied Jimmy, winking slily at Herb. "It takes some brains to be Johnny-on-the-spot just when you're needed. Not a minute too late, not a minute too soon--that's my motto."

"I'll admit that you took good care not to get here too soon," replied Bob, with a laugh. "Where have you been all the afternoon? Why did you leave Joe and me to hold the bag?"

"Look at his pockets and you'll find the answer," said Joe, pointing to suspicious bulges in Jimmy's jacket pockets.

"That's all the credit a fellow gets when he tries to be generous,"

complained Jimmy, in an aggrieved tone, as he emptied the pockets in question of half a dozen doughnuts. "Here I wait until the doughnuts are made so that I can bring along a lot for you fellows, and what do I get?

Nothing but abuse. I was just crazy to help you fellows put up that aerial, but I sacrificed my own feelings and waited for the doughnuts so that you could have some."

"Those doughnuts were cooking three hours ago," retorted Joe.

"How do you know?" asked Jimmy.

"Because I smelled them as I came past your house," replied Joe.

"Oh, that was the first batch," explained Jimmy. "Most of those have gone by now."

"What became of them?" grinned Bob.

"How do I know?" countered Jimmy. "My father and mother have pretty good appet.i.tes. Then of course I sampled one or two. Mother would have thought I didn't like her cooking if I hadn't. And if there's anything I won't do it's to hurt my mother's feelings. We never have more than one mother, you know," he added virtuously.

"Sampled one or two!" sniffed Joe. "One or two dozen you mean."

"How did you fellows come to get in such a fix?" queried Herb. "Did the ladder fall down?"

"It did not," returned Bob with emphasis. "It was taken down while we weren't looking by somebody who wanted to play a trick on us. And I can come pretty near to guessing who did it, too," he added.

"Why not come right out with it?" said Joe, his face flushing with indignation. "It was Buck Looker and his gang who did it. I'm just as sure of it as though I had seen them. It's no thanks to them that I'm not dead or a cripple this minute."

"That explains something that Jimmy and I noticed just before we came up," said Herb eagerly. "We saw Buck and Lutz hot-footing it down one street and Terry Mooney down another. I thought they were having a race around the block or something like that."

"That just proves what I said," declared Joe. "They were waiting around to gloat over the hole they thought they had put us in. Then when they saw that one or both of us were going to be smashed on the rocks and perhaps killed, they got scared and lit out so as to be as far away as possible when the thing happened. Then they couldn't be suspected of being mixed up in it. It's all as clear as daylight, and it adds another tally to the score we have against those fellows."

"Oh, well, a yellow dog is a yellow dog, and he acts according to his nature," said Bob. "But now since you fellows are here, come up the ladder and take a look at the aerial and see what kind of job we've made of it."

Herb and Jimmy followed him up the ladder and were loud in their praises of the new contrivance.

"Couldn't have done it better myself," said Jimmy patronizingly. "I didn't worry about my not being here, for I had the fullest confidence in you and Joe. I knew you'd get it up all right."

He avoided the pa.s.s that Bob made at him, and after the boys had gathered up the tools and left everything shipshape, they came down the ladder and rejoined their comrade.

"I guess it's home for us now," said Herb.

"And mighty glad I am that none of us has to be carried home," put in Bob.

"You bet," remarked Joe, as he rose to go. "Do you remember what you said, Bob, about finishing that job if it took a leg? Well, it came pretty near to taking one-or two-or perhaps even worse than that."

CHAPTER III-MARVELS OF RADIO

"Don't forget now," Bob reminded them, as his friends pa.s.sed out of the gate on the way to their respective homes. "Be over at the house a little before eight, for the concert begins at eight o'clock sharp, and there aren't many things in it that we want to miss. It's the best program that I've seen for a month past. There's violin music and band marches and opera selections and a bit of jazz mixed in."

"Sounds as if it were going to be the cat's whiskers," said Jimmy.

"Jimmy, I'm ashamed of you," said Bob, with mock severity. "When are you going to leave off using that horrible slang?"

"He might at least have said the 'feline's hirsute adornments,'"

muttered Joe. "That would have been a little more dignified. But dignity and Jimmy parted company a long time ago."

"I didn't know they'd ever met," remarked Herb. "But if they were 'lovers once they're strangers now.'"

"I shook it when I found that it wasn't good to eat," said the graceless Jimmy, nowise abashed. "But you fellows had better stop picking on me or it'll be good-bye to any more doughnuts."

They laughed and parted with another admonition by Bob to be on time. He himself went into the house and solaced himself with the cold bath and change of clothes that he had been promising himself all through that hot afternoon. A brisk rubdown with a rough towel did wonders, and by the time his mother returned he was feeling in as good shape as ever, with the exception of a touch of lameness in the right arm that had been subjected to such an unusual strain that day.

There were grave looks on the faces of both his parents as, at the supper table, he narrated the events of the afternoon. Mingled with their grat.i.tude at his and Joe's escape from injury, was a feeling of deep indignation against the probable authors of the trick.

"That Buck Looker is one of the worst if not the very worst boy in town!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. Layton. "There's hardly a week goes by without hearing something mean or rowdyish with which he's mixed up. He's the kind of boy that criminals are made of after they grow up."

"One might have overlooked the taking down of the ladder in itself,"

commented Mrs. Layton; "but the contemptible part was in running away instead of running to help when he saw that the boys were in danger of being crippled or killed. He and his cronies could have got the ladder up in time, for they knew of the danger before Herb and Jimmy did. But he'd have let the boys be killed rather than take a chance of himself being blamed. That shows the stuff the boy is made of."

"Pretty poor stuff, I'm afraid," agreed Bob. "But, after all, Mother, here I am safe and sound, and all's well that ends well."

By a quarter to eight that evening the boys began to come, and even the tardy Jimmy was on hand before the time scheduled for the concert to begin. In addition to the pleasure they antic.i.p.ated from the unusually fine program, they were keenly curious to learn what improvement, if any, had been made by the installation of the umbrella aerial.

They were not long left in doubt. From the very first tuning in there was an increase in the clearness and volume of the sound that surpa.s.sed all their expectations. The opening number chanced to be a violin solo, played by a master of the instrument. It represented a dance of the fairies and called for such rapid transitions up and down the scale as to form a veritable cascade of rippling notes, following each other with almost inconceivable swiftness. And yet so clearly was each note reproduced, so distinctly was each delicate shading of the melody indicated, that the player might have been in the next room or even in the same room behind a screen.

The boys and the others were delighted. They listened spellbound, and when in a glorious burst of what might have been angel music the selection ended, the lads clapped their hands in enthusiastic applause.

"That's what you can call music!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Bob.